Under the spotlight, a figure slowly emerges like rippling water, and the hazy picture resembles an impressionist painting.

Ethereal music sounded, and the bustle and hustle and bustle of the city were intertwined on this stage.

The figure was spinning briskly, like a swallow.

The black-clad people around him snapped their fingers, as if they were catering to his performance.

"Oh my God", Hans wiped his eyes in disbelief.

"So handsome", Sissi was stunned.

The figure gradually became clear.

A young man in a white suit and a white top hat dances under the lamp.

The soothing piano sounded, and the man's dance steps slowed down.

Like an astronaut in space, his legs glide as if they were unaffected by gravity, gliding on the smooth ground.

His eyes were clear and pure, like an innocent child.

But he is as focused as a true artist, as if his performance is not limited to dancing, but is single-mindedly painting a colorful picture.

The things he depicts are so light and vibrant, like a dancing flame, burning like life, and like a firework, illuminating the whole night sky.

He rotated from time to time, as if the whole world was spinning with him, and he was the focus at this moment, like the sun, and the stars could only set off his charm.

He would occasionally sing a few lines of lyrics, and people knew that he did his best to sing along with him.

"You will never be alone, I will be with you for the rest of my life".

He held the microphone and sang to his heart's content.

"Even though you are gone, I will wait here".

The audience on one side had already been infected by his emotions and hummed softly along with him.

"I can't help it, I can't stop loving you".

The style of music changed and turned into a love song.

This expresses the feelings of his youth.

"You know what I think",

"The heaven of my heart hides my love for you",

"Every call you make",

"It is like an angel singing."

His eyes revealed a yearning for his first love.

Yang Jian, who was lying on the ground on the side, closed his eyes tightly, but a drop of crystal tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

His body kept vibrating, as if it had a strong resonance.

At this moment, his brain is replaying the youthful events of his youth like a movie.

The fond memories brought him back to his senses, and even though he couldn't move, he could feel the tidal waves of memories.

"The biggest regret in my life is not that I didn't marry a wife."

Yang Jian thought in his mind.

"Rather, I didn't see Jackson's concert with my own eyes."

"If I can have another afterlife, I must get his signature."

When Yang Jian thought about it, tears suddenly rained down.

"Isn't it possible that even in the world of dungeons, such a wish cannot be granted? What a living grievance! ”

He felt even more at a loss, and was now in a vegetative state.

"Jackson, my eternal idol, if I can't see you with my own eyes, then I'd rather end this life!".

"Slaughter", he called out his weapon.

"I command you, cut my throat at once!".

"Master, the slaughter cannot be carried out". The slaughter trembled slightly.

"Must be executed!". Yang Jian was resolute and decisive.

Feeling the power of the contract, Tu Jian couldn't help but lean towards Yang Jian's body.

The music in my ears is still flowing like flowing water.

"What does it feel like? When you're lonely inside, it's cold to the bone."